From “Road,” by Max Ruback:*
Driving home, she would always take the same road back, the accident road. That road where the future changed. Sometimes a man would be in her car, smoking a cigarette, or rubbing the thigh she could not feel, afraid to ask about the special steering wheel. Sometimes a man would follow behind her car. Yet with the spot nearing, it was not the man she was thinking about at all….
*Not to be confused with this Max.